Kevin Gardner - Actin' Bad lyrics

[E-40] Touchdown from all angles...and what have you Make like a tampon and soak up this game While I teach you about my dictionary book of slang I used to f** with the triple, the coconut popsicles Been tellin' time on the grind, but never got caught in the pickle My doctor say I drank too much, cirrhosis But I'm pissy drunk until my liver bust, guess I'm hopeless Hope I don't miss my target (Hope I don't) And tinkle all over the toilet [B-Legit] Money plus game, four keys and a Glock A fat a** sack and I ran the block If it wasn't my brand it wasn't on my corner The only n***a plugged with the border brothers Got that white b**h, tight sh**, right fo' sho' Hook me with a pot and some boil and watch me feed the snow n***as know that when I'm tore that I be gone And don't know what the f** page I be on [D-Shot] Back in '86 was a motherf**in' trip to me A young hustler actin' bad on the city streets And never givin' a f** about nathin' Who's that man that got jacked? I put that fool on the pavement Doing whatever it takes to get my grits Stackin' large mail, tryin' to get my pockets thick And f**in' every b**h that I could Fly vultures with those n***as actin' bad in my hood [Chorus] n***as actin' bad (Ooh) n***as actin' bad (Actin' bad) n***as actin' bad (Real bad) n***as actin' bad (n***as actin' bad) n***as actin' bad (Real bad) n***as actin' bad (Ooh, ooh) [E-40] I grew up listenin' to Too Short and Freddie B It's some n***as out in Richmond, Magic Mike and Calvin T Kind off UTFO, KRS Blowfly and Rudy Ray Moore, girls and s** I pulls up in my truck, be lookin' cleaner then Kaiser Burnin' more rubber than a p**y on fire Now there you go, 40 flashin' like warden Man, f** a hoe, mayne, that b**h ain't important [B-Legit] I once heard a n***a say pimpin' was dead But me and that n***a smoke dank to the head We was choppin' up game just between us playas The n***a tellin' me that he runnin' for mayor With a campaign strong, got his money on Flipped a brand new Jag when he wrapped his Brougham It's going on, and motherf**ers do this Catch me out there bad, actin' foolish [Chorus with variations] [E-40] Look, actin' bad unorthodox behavement Celebratin' breakin' bottles on the pavement Put some Barbarians on ya squad that don't be joshin' Flip a 1970 Cut and spoil it rotten Every year we roll thick to the Gavin Convention Handin' out ca**ettes, all we want is distributin' Forced to sell tapes out the trunk of our vehicles Thirty-day consignment sh-uh-sheets at Leopolds [B-Legit] Shows out of state on some concert dates Plus ice skating on some chrome 1-8's Motel flash 'cause the 'caine was hittin' Seventeen G's 'cause the game was spittin' Hangin' in the halls in my draws and sh** Groupie a** b**h on my balls and dick They make me sick with they broke a** Now who y'all know that need that dope fast? [D-Shot] Now who's got my back? Now that I'm f**in' with keys, e'yday I gots to have my strap Too many fools wants to take my place But I'm a sharp a** n***a and I'ma damn sho' stack my bank I flips and flops, buster a** n***as drop Pop the Glock, drop my top, it don't stop Penelope po-pos, they always try to question me 'Cause out there bad is where a young n***a be [Chorus with variations to fade]